Plumpkins

About a week or so before I gave birth, my cousin Jenny called me with a request. In her usual fashion she asked me to agree to said request before stating it, and in my usual fashion I told her I had my fingers crossed, but yes, let’s hear it.

“I want you to paint your pregnant belly orange, like a pumpkin, and with a jack’o’lantern face, and take pictures of it” (this she gets out between deep inhales, the kind that accompany whole body laughs).

In my 9-months-and-counting tired pregnant state, I say “sure, why not, but I don’t have any orange paint... tell you what, I’ll let the committee think it over.”

Within 24 hours I start getting the following correspondence:

Letter 1:
Dear Soon-to-be Mama Kent,

As co-committee chairman from the Ohio sector, I am for the proposal to paint your belly as a jack-o-lantern. I want you to know that you don't have to present a formal proposal to me as I understand that time is of the essence. I too was proposed when I was pregnant to dance a lot and I did with a half smile on my face :) Now, I'm asking you to do the same. I vote yes for Operation Baby Kent Costume. This will be a great photo-op for Spot and his new baby sister.

Best Regards,

Shannon Beckwith
Co-committee Member Representative
Columbus, Ohio

Letter 2:
Dear Drs. Kent,

As committee chairman from the California sector, I am for the proposal to paint your baby as a jack-o-lantern. I want you to know that you don't have to present a formal proposal to me as I understand that time is of the essence. I'm already on board. I vote yes for Operation Baby Kent Costume. This will be a great photo-op for Spot and his new baby sister.

Best Regards,

Erica Bardin
Committee Member Representative
Santa Monica, CA

Letter 3:
Dear Drs. Kent,

As committee chairman from the Ohio sector, I am for the proposal to paint your baby as a jack-o-lantern. I want you to know that you don't have to present a formal proposal to me as I understand that time is of the essence. I'm already on board. I vote yes for Operation Baby Kent Costume. This will be a great photo-op for Spot and his new baby sister.

Best Regards,

Beverly J Logan
Committee Member Representative
Canfield, Ohio

And I would have done it; I swear! Gracie had other ideas, however, about starting her industry career as a festively painted fetal gourd. Luckily, Uncle Spot came to the rescue and agreed to take on the starring role as Plumpkin.

Graces us with her presence

Grace Carolyn Kent was born at 6:34pm on October 11, 2010 (Columbus Day), weighing 7lbs 6oz and measuring about 19.5 inches. She came, as Daddy predicted, 2 weeks early. Her place of birth is officially the Nation’s Capital, since our hospital (Sibley Memorial) is located in the District. Every moment with her has been a gift, one that no baby class, pregnancy book, or months spent planning and building a nursery could have prepared us for.

Sunday, October 10, Mike and I were enjoying a beautiful fall day in Maryland and decided to go pumpkin and apple picking. We drove out to Homestead Farm, just west of us, and brought home about 3 dozen apples and a couple of smart looking pumpkins. We drove home, relaxed for a bit, and then our friend Ryan came over and we had some tacos and left to see The Social Network (good, sad, movie, by the way, sort of a moment-in-time flick). Drove home went to bed, happy to both have the next day off...

So I wake up for my now per-usual bi-hourly potty break, do my business, come back to bed, and gush.... “Mike, Mike! Either I just wet the bed or my water just broke!” What I was actually thinking was, oh no! I’m officially incontinent! I cannot be trusted! I’m going to have to stop working early! I did not, repeat, not, think that my water broke. It wasn’t the volume I had expected; I fully intended to go my whole 40 weeks and then some; I hadn’t really felt what I thought a contraction would feel like; and I had always pictured us laboring at home those first 8 hours. But of course we got up, called the OB on call, who told me he didn’t think it was my water, as this happening before labor starts is rare in first time moms. He told me to walk around to see if more water would come, which I did, and it did. So, I showered, we gathered the pre-packed (thankfully) bags, a little bit of food, and started for the hospital around 5. When we arrived, an OB nurse checked me and told me that no, she didn’t need to look at anything under a microscope; my water had indeed broken, and I was going to have this baby today. The last part she had to repeat a few times, since I was still in denial!

So now we had moved into our rather nice birthing suite, and I was instructed to roam the halls for an hour and a half, and that then they would start me on pitocin. I did, and it was so weird! I still didn’t feel any contractions. We called the parents, and ambled along. Once they started me on pitocin, I was hooked up to a prenatal monitor that could follow the baby’s heartbeat and my contractions. I could still get up and out of bed, but I had to make sure I took the IV pole with me (I almost forgot once on the way to the restroom and was snapped back. I started feeling contractions around 9 or so, and unfortunately they came rather irregularly. Light, then manageable, at first, but they got increasingly more intense. Nurses continued to come in and ask me how my pain was, which was first a 2, then a 3-4, and steadily rising to a 5-6. Mike rubbed my arms and back, and I sat on the ball for a bit, but soon I was lying in the fetal position, eyes closed, holding onto the bedrails for dear life. My contractions were intense but irregular, with the pain not quite matching the monitor. At that point it was getting pretty difficult to manage the pain, since it was hard to know how long to hold out during each one before the rest came. Mike convinced me that the time for the epidural had come, that I was suffering, and I had reached a point where it was good to get one since the worse the pain was the harder it would be for me to sit still during the epidural.

In came anesthesiologist Dr. Miller, my angel! My epidural didn’t just remove pain; it added joy! Ah it was wonderful. I rested, Mike and I napped, chatted a little on the phone, watched a little TV, all the while as I numbed up and dilated. When they first checked on my post-epidural, I was 4cm; by a little after 5:00pm, I was 10cm. My favorite OB from the practice just so-happened to be on call that day, and although she was supposed to be off she stayed late and delivered Grace. We had a funny, light-hearted L & D nurse, and we listened to some of my favorite tunes as I pushed and rested, and listened to our doc tell funny stories. Mike was a champ of a birth coach; I just focused on him and he helped me push and breathe and relax. After about 40 minutes of pushing, little Grace made her way into the world.

We’ve been home about a week now, and we’re just settling in to our new routine of baby-makes-three. Grace is back to her birth weight, which is awesome! She’s a good sleeper; usually I have to wake her to feed her; we’ll see how long that lasts. :) Her little faces just crack me up; one second she stares off with a far off dreamy look in her eyes, and the next she’s all business and has her feed-face on. We’ve had the help of a post-partum doula, Joanna, which has really helped make the transition to parenthood a whole lot smoother. Hope this finds everyone doing well, enjoying fall leaves, football, and pre-Halloween candy.

Love,
E, M, & Miss G

Erin tackles the budget.

Not the nation's, just the Kent Family Budget, but this is still revolutionary.

There’s a perverse pleasure that comes with accounting. This I have now realized after completing a month as the new family accountant. For the three years plus of our marriage, the number one thing Mike and I always (politely) struggled over was the Kent Family budget. He saves, I spend, ‘nough said. He would take time every Saturday, for an hour or so, quietly (and in a sinister way) pouring over the “books” (i.e. Wells Fargo online activity statements) calculating how much we (really, me) had spent that past week, compared to our estimations for the month. I’d hear a “what’s this $80 spent at xyz?” or “you really spent that much at Whole Foods?” I’d get defensive in any number of ways, explaining to him that (a) it’s more expensive to be a girl than a boy, (b) Michael Pollan would defend my choice of quality over bulk in the food department, because after all we aMERicuns spend less of our household budget on food than every before, and (c) why am I always the villain?

Oh, readers, maybe some of you can relate, I mean isn’t this the oldest marital argument since the dawn of capitalism? And I say “marital,” but there’s got to be one accountant and one social chair in every partnership. For us it didn’t happen until marriage because we didn’t “blend” our finances until then, i.e. I got away with purchasing freedom and zero accountability.

So fastforward to the end of August 2010. I’m feeling a little more settled at work, moved in at home, and the calm of having finished grad school is finally kicking in. Meanwhile I’m hunkering for a one-last-getaway before Baby K arrives, and I want to go on a weekender trip over Labor Day and stay in a nice hotel. So when M asks me if I would like to take a shot at the budget for the month to find the money to go on said vaca, I surprise myself by saying yes. And when I open his spreadsheet of estimated monthly expenses, it hits me: why have I been shying away from this for so long? I *HEART* Excel and have for a long time. I have what some may call religious feelings about it. Why make a list, for example, when you can put it in a spreadsheet? The power of sorting? Of formulas, particularly my fave, concatenating? Doing the budget Erin-style allows for all this and so much more, and puts me in the financial driving seat. Of course we have money for that this month! I made it a line-item! Hey hon, I noticed you went to Starbucks three times this month; are we overdoing it, just a little?

Now I still have some challenges, like my “miscellaneous” category, which is way too big. As the months go on (oh yes, this is not an interim position - I love it too much!), I may incorporate a little more post-hoc anaylsis to try to figure out how we can save more in the “small stuff” category. And, as M can attest, I might be a bit obnoxious in my revelry of this new found financial prowess. But here’s the take home: it’s empowering. AND enlightening. So calling all of you social chairs and spenders out there - you know you are. Take over the family budget; try it on for a month. I *highly* recommend using Excel, Google Spreadsheets, or if you’re really inclined, some program like Quicken. It just might make you look like the good guy.

So what should M take on now? I’m thinking of having him take on role as breast-feeder for while... oh wait...

PS: I am more than happy to provide guidance with Excel - it's one my favorite things to help people with. Let me know!